Category: Poetry

Who would have guessed,
after all your fretting
over the cold and the dark
of winter so near the arctic circle,
that it would be the snow you miss,
that slick of icy white that lit
the dull winter. Another
centimeter or two would layer
almost daily, so that you woke
in the morning and, even
in the twilight in which you slogged
to school, it sparkled,
like diamonds strewn along your path.

And the light…
Maybe it’s because the sun,
so meager, so seldom seen
seemed precious,
like an hour’s worth of luminous
blue sky, even with the cold,
even with clouds scuttering,
felt like a gift, filled you
with unreasonable joy,
making you want to rush
from your warm room and plunge
into that sunlight as if it were
the ocean on a summer day, giddy
just to feel the feeble rays splash your face.